Hierarchy sans dog but with teeth

Leslie Bruder LBruder at elcabop.org
Thu Mar 21 17:42:46 EST 2002

I appreciate the added perspective, Mark. The ringing in my ears comes and
goes so I'm a little leary about using first names, my own included.  It is
interesting that the poet below doubles himself, possibly in order to
distance himself from that pain.  His double is both himself and the
proverbial best friend, both gnawing and knowing that pain is a drag.  They
meet each other in an open grave, both live and dead, hungry and knowing
hunger no more.  But how could one forget.  

thanks again,

-----Original Message-----
From: Huglen, Mark [mailto:MHuglen at mail.crk.umn.edu]
Sent: Thursday, March 21, 2002 2:37 PM
To: Burke-L (E-mail)
Subject: RE: Hierarchy sans dog but with teeth

Just a poem to weave into the conversation on a Thursday afternoon...

The veteran who wrote the poem below was caught in an ambush and explosion,
which resulted in tinnitus--constant ringing in the ears.  The physical PAIN
is ever-present.

The poem below is part of a phase that marks the transition from viewing
pain as an obtrusive, abnormal to living with pain as the norm.


The Dog Dug Deep
The dog dug deep to bury his bone.
He thought he smelled some more.
The years had shifted sands, so soon
He scratched the coffin door.
The wood was rotten, he fell on through
With little choice but to linger.
Rover soon found himself quite content
Gnawing on my ex-finger.

	--Basil Clark
	_Poetic Healing: A Vietnam Veteran's Journey from a Communication


Mark Huglen

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